Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2006 15:38:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker
Subject: Five-Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal of Kyle Adamsley - Chapter 2
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The Five-Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal of Kyle Adamsley
Chapter 2
by Dennis Banneker
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December 8, 2006
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The Five Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal of Kyle Adamsley
by Dennis Banneker
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Kyle Adamsley, 17, to be trained
John Versallis, 36, trainer
Fred Zycowski, 54, John's assistant
Jeremy Dash, 22 NEW CHARACTER
Assortment of others, ages 17 to 27
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>From the looks of Kyle's trembling body and the pre-cum flowing
from his swollen cock, the kid was in for a rough time.
"Time for the strap, boy!"
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CHAPTER 2
DAY ONE, CONTINUED
I needed to delay the strapping--not for a long time--just
enough for Kyle to experience the fear of dreaded anticipation.
From the tall cabinet, I took out the strap, called a tawse.
The half-inch thick strap with three, whip-like tails at the end
had a startling, primitive appearance. It *looked* painful.
I left the strap in its canvas bag so I could bring it out
later with Kyle watching--to induce fear in him of the leather
instrument of pain. I wondered if its punishing appearance would
be enough to soften his handsome cock. New ideas of where I
could strike his body came to mind.
I threw the bag on the floor near Kyle. He glanced at it
briefly, a fleeting pained expression crossing his face as he
looked away.
"How do you feel, boy?"
"Horny. Can we work out a deal?"
I knew exactly where this was going, but I played dumb. I
watched Kyle's sweaty face get a new coating of perspiration as I
unstrapped him from the table and began to restrain him in a
standing, spread-eagle position. Two ropes hanging from the
ceiling and two rings embedded in the floor made the job simple.
"Deal for what?"
"I'm horny as hell. I'm seventeen and I was in this chastity
belt for five days. And--"
"And it doesn't feel like you shot your load fifteen minutes
ago, boy, does it?"
"No, sir."
"So what kind of deal are you looking for, kid?" I knew damn
well what he wanted. What *I* wanted was to whip his toned,
athletic body with the strap.
"You let me come now, and I perform for you any time you want
when I'm off duty," Kyle said, his face full of need.
I pretended to think it over.
"Okay, Kyle. If you do well today, I'll cut you some slack.
But it means an extra day of training for you."
I lied. I had no intention of doing any of that.
"Y-yes, sir!" he said, his upper torso shaking. "That sounds
great, sir."
"I'm taking off your chastity belt as a sign of good faith."
The chastity tube was larger than Kyle's erection and lined
with a soft material that prevented irritation of the penis.
The kid grinned as I undid the fasteners of the thing, and he
moaned nicely when I slid the tube off his dick. At this point,
I had him tied in place--his feet well apart and his arms fully
spread, showing off his body nicely.
"Thank you, sir."
I couldn't resist tickling him. Starting under his arms, I
dug in with my wriggling fingers and worked my way to his ribs,
thighs, and a special place near the knees.
The poor kid lost his breath immediately, guffawing and
squirming with youthful energy. His feet were not accessible,
but I had some special tools I could try on them later. I used
thick feathers as a finale, watching with satisfaction as Kyle
lost all sensual control, his laughter filling the room.
The boy was red-faced and breathless when I stopped. I gave
him a minute to recover before I resumed.
"Have you ever been punished with a strap?"
"No, sir."
"Did your dad use something besides his hand?"
"A hairbrush."
"Would you say you were beaten with it?"
"No, sir," he said, his face reddening again.
"Have you ever been whipped, boy?" I said, noting the grave
expression on the nicely built lad's face. He did not answer
right away. The fear was eating at him.
"No sir," he said, his voice weak, fluttering.
"Well, take a look at THIS," I said, sliding the strap out of
its canvas bag, dangling it in front of him.
The boy gasped, his reddening face dark with tension. He
would sweat now.
"These little tails at the end make for a nice bite. Some
people call them fingers. They sting like hell, boy," I said,
taking the strap and sliding its fingers over his erection.
"Fuck!"
Even though Kyle knew the strap was a thing of pain, his cock
bounced. I enjoyed his labored breaths and the tremors that had
his hands shaking.
"I've made it easy for you, Kyle. You don't have to get into
any special position. You're all tied up exactly where I want
you. That means no muscular exertion--I do all the work."
"Yes, sir," he said, sweating with fear now, his breathing
under control. "Sir, that thing looks wicked." He shook visibly,
his resolve weakening.
"I'll start with some nice smacks here," I said, ignoring his
comment and dragging the strap along his buttocks, watching the
smooth mounds clench at the leather's touch.
"And then here, and here, and of course, here," I said,
repeating the tender sliding process on his legs, ribs, and back,
enjoying making his firm body twitch more forcibly with each
gentle swipe of the strap, the thick leather sliding easily along
the hairless flesh.
"God, no!"
I liked this strap because it was long, allowing me to do my
work from several feet away. This way, I could see Kyle's bodily
reactions--each shiver, jolt, and pained grimace.
I delighted to see his knees give out, his body sinking,
straining the ropes that held him.
I aimed for the butt cheek furthest away from me, sending the
strap smacking into the perfect mound with a monumental thwack.
"Yearrrrrrrrrghhhh!" Please, no! God that hurt! Ohhhhhh!"
"That's nothing, boy," I said, slamming the stinging tails
into his thigh, where it joined the buttock.
The kid let loose a blood-curdling scream. That was minor
compared with the hideous blasts of sound he made when the
three-tailed strap whipped his back. It had not taken many
strokes to soften his cock and leave him wilted and breathless.
Approaching him quietly from behind, I planned to whip him
once on each side, directly on the ribs. The gruesome whipping
sound added to the pain and unnerved the kid as a vicious stroke
of leather struck the tender skin.
These two unexpected and most painful blows produced the most
ear shattering screams and bodily jolts the boy had uttered thus
far.
Kyle hung from the restraints, drained, howling with the
lingering agony--the pain that continued to emanate from the
ghastly strapping he had taken.
Then I decided a few more on his back would be a good finale.
I gave a savage stroke just below the shoulder.
"Warrrrrrrrrghhh!" he shouted. "Please--please sir. It's
excruciating--I can't take--"
I cut him short with an equal blow to the other shoulder.
"Gaaaaaaauuurrrrghhhhhhhh!" he screamed, the torment of the
strap overcoming him.
Kyle sagged, breathless, wet with perspiration, nearly broken,
his body limp in his bonds. The kid looked hot as hell hanging
there, heaving for breath and sweating inhumanly, his face
animated with distortion as he uttered the labored gasps that
announced his suffering. I adjusted my erection.
Although I had some sympathy for the boy, I would need to
toughen him considerably, besides training him to endure longer
periods of orgasm denial and sexual teasing. His reaction to the
strapping did not bode well for success with our client, who could
be much rougher on the boy. I didn't think it wise to push the
good-looking kid further, for the moment.
But I could tease him now--make him squirm as I applied
delicious pleasure to his penis, delighting the magnificent organ
while heightening his animal cravings. And he would know my
skills--just when the impossible stimulation took him to the edge
of sexual climax, when he felt the fluids and pressure building
at the base of his cock--I would stop.
"Urrggh! Ohhhh! Oh, God! Please, no more!"
"You're done for now, boy!" I said, dropping the tawse and
running my fingers over the welts.
"OW! OW!"
I ended my inspection by pinching his nipples.
"AH! Whoa!"
"Are you in bad pain, boy?"
"I was a minute ago," Kyle said with a grin--amazing me with
his youthful quick recovery--at least in spirit.
"I think you need a break and a snack," I said after hearing
the soft tones of the reminder bell. I soon had Kyle released
from his restraints.
"Thank you, sir," he said, pitifully gasping for air.
I gave him water, applied the prescribed rinse to his
welts, and helped the brave boy shower and dress in our paper
shorts and shirt.
After showing him the break room, I brought coffee from the
office to the little table where Kyle had seated himself--
trusting that in the few moments I was away, he would not
masturbate.
I approached from the side and saw Kyle's erection tenting
the shorts, pointing up at him. He passed his thumb along its
length. As yet, there were no wet stains on the paper shorts.
Obviously, his thumb had been busy. I would inspect him
thoroughly when the shorts came off.
"Horny?" I asked as if I didn't know.
"Fuckin desperate!"
"No. On the third day you'll be desperate. Then you'll know
what sexual hunger is," I said, watching the kid flinch.
"Shit. It can't get any worse."
"It will. Better drink extra water, Kyle."
"Why's that?"
"You'll be spilling more and more sweat and pre-cum as we
progress. That dehydrates the body rapidly." He drank two large
glasses.
"I can't drink any more. I'm full."
Two glasses of water and some cherries, and the boy was full.
No wonder he stayed so slender. I opened the snack cabinet,
revealing an abundance of prepackaged snack foods.
"Are you sure you don't want some crackers or cakes?"
"No, thank you, sir. I need someone to crawl under the table
and suck me off!" the boy said with charming urgency.
"I can arrange most of that."
"Most of that? What do you mean?"
"I can get someone to suck you. But not OFF."
"Fuck! . . . . Yes, sir."
"Kyle--you can call me John while we're snacking."
"Okay, John. I'm starting to like being called 'boy,' by the
way," he said, chuckling and enjoying his cherries.
He winced with pain each time he shifted or leaned and the
chair contacted his well-punished back.
"So, where are you from, Kyle?"
"Kansas. Rural Kansas."
"Wheat farm?"
"Corn."
"You played sports in high school?"
"Tight end for 2 years on the varsity football team. I got
several awards. MVP twice."
I was surprised, but it fit with Kyle's strong adolescent
drive. It would be nice, knowing I was dealing with an athlete.
"Do you miss living out in the country?"
"Yes. It's quiet there--more relaxed. But the city has more
. . . interesting people."
"Boys, I take it?"
"Oh, you know. Some boys. Men, mostly. That's not in my
personnel file, is it?"
"No. I just surmised."
"Do you have any milk?" Kyle said, ignoring the coffee.
"Should be some there in the fridge."
I should have guessed Kyle would drink milk--it fit so well
with cherries and water, his flawless skin, and those fucking
good looks of his.
"Thanks. So, what happens now?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
Kyle merely raised his eyebrows and smiled, revealing more of
his inner strength.
"I was impressed with your performance on the Alpha test,
boy. How did you escape from that culvert in thirty seconds?"
"Twenty-two seconds, actually. I just spread my arms and
legs and pushed my way out."
"But the concrete is rough as hell. Didn't the pain in your
hands and feet stop you?"
"They're tough from the farm work," Kyle said, glancing at
his hands. "I went barefoot a lot--even in the shucking room."
"That explains it. Still, what you did took incredible
strength. No scratches or cuts?"
"Scraped my dick as I got to the top. Nothing serious," he
said, grinning again.
"No one even comes close to twenty-two seconds. I think your
record will stand forever."
"Might be nice," he said with a confident smile. "How harsh
does the pain get? Would you use a whip or something more
brutal?"
"I can't tell you that. But I can say that you'll suffer no
permanent marks or actual damage--although we might come close to
that. Medical treatment, if needed, is at our expense. You'll
be fully paid for any time you need to recover from the training,
if any, until you're ready to work again."
I was shocked to find Kyle grinning as I finished my speech.
"Fair enough," he said as he finished his milk and the
reminder tone sounded.
"Stand up, boy."
"Yes, sir."
I was greeted with the sight of Kyle's body and the great
protrusion his erection made.
"You're too fucking good-looking for you own good. Do you
know that, boy?"
"Do I have to answer?"
"No."
Another grin.
"I will tell you I have a lot of respect for you, boy."
"Thank you, sir."
"It's time to get back. Same position as before."
We returned to the training room.
"Strip slowly, boy. The client will request that often.
Don't rush pulling your shorts down."
This part seemed to anger Kyle, his grimace reminding me of a
reaction to a bitter herb. I guess he wasn't the strip-teasing
type, though he clearly was proud of his body.
"Yes, sir."
I tied Kyle in place, admiring his smooth skin as I attached
the restraints.
"No boner, boy? Where are my manners?"
Kyle cringed, knowing he was in for more teasing.
Now I would bring him to a higher sexual frustration. Lots
of hopeful boys quit once they experienced *real* raw,
unsatisfied sexual need, with a stiffness and hunger in their
cocks they never thought possible. Their balls would never get
as painfully, desperately tight as during these five days.
I had a dense sponge prepared. It had a nearly spherical
shape and its lubricated hole was deep and would fit perfectly.
Manipulated properly, it was a cock-teasing instrument of
torturous intensity. It looked deceptively tame. I had many
other ways of teasing his beautiful erection, but this would
shock the boy sufficiently for now.
"This will give you more than enough pleasure to bring your
dick back to life and feel good again," I said, sliding the kid's
surprisingly long limp cock into the slippery sponge.
"Oh, fuck! God yes!" he said, the pleasure overriding his
sense of dread momentarily.
"It's nice, isn't it, boy? I can stroke it up and down, like
this . . . or rotate it, like this! And don't worry. I won't let
you come. But if I misjudge and you come, we'll both have the
pleasure of starting over, won't we boy?"
"Uh, oh, OH! Fuck! Please," he said as I tortured his cock
and let its powerful stimulating effects of the sponge speak for
themselves.
Kyle was amazing--his dick lengthened at record speed. The
sponge did not need my hand to hold it in place.
I left the room to go to my office.
"Is Jeremy here yet?" I shouted into the intercom.
Jeremy was a 22-year-old I picked to be a temporary assistant
teaser--a very good-looking boy I was training to take my place
in a few years. I picked him because he was damn good and close
to Kyle's age. I thought Jeremy's fine build and boyish looks
would appeal to Kyle.
"Yes, John. Do I send him in?"
"Wait about a minute, then send him."
"UHH!" I heard, turning to see Kyle's cock pointing nearly
vertically, causing the sponge look like a cap. There was a
bounce to his penis that made it very appealing. Wearing the
sponge heightened the boy's charm, not to mention his desire.
"Ooo. Hard and pounding," I said, enjoying the view.
"Fuck! Is there some kind of drug in this lube? he said,
beginning to blush and pant all over again."
"No, but that's a good idea, Kyle. I might use it someday."
I approached the kid, my hands reaching for the sponge. Its
narrow hole and fine texture caused it to fit tightly. The
lubricant smoothed the inside of the hole, making for a very
sexual experience for the wearer.
"No, no! No more!" Kyle said, his face and voice dripping
with yearning.
"Do you like it slow, boy?" I said, pulling the sponge
straight up at a snail's pace, sliding it back down the excited
pole in a similar fashion.
"Ah! Shit! No! That thing's alive, man. Uhhhh!"
"Maybe ten quick strokes gives you more sensation." I stroked
his cock with the sponge, simulating rapid masturbation.
Kyle responded--instantly attempting to bend at the intense
feelings, his face twisted.
"God! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!"
Jeremy appeared suddenly.
"Ah, Jeremy," I said ostentatiously, "I'd like you to meet
Kyle Adamsley, seventeen years old--a new applicant for our
special client. Sorry he's unable to shake your hand just now."
"Nice to meet you, Kyle," Jeremy said with a lewd grin as he
rotated Kyle's sponge. "Looks like I got here at a good time."
"Ahh! AHH!"
Kyle's sensual moans pleased Jeremy. Poor Kyle was in for
it, now.
"Cute," Jeremy said, looking the kid over.
This had Kyle blushing badly as he stood naked in front of a
stranger. The poor kid squirmed and shifted his weight,
thoroughly embarrassed but making quite a sensual sight, helpless
as he was--tied and restrained with everything he had in plain
sight.
"Might as well get the shaving over with," I said, nodding to
Jeremy.
"Shaving?" Kyle said, becoming alarmed.
"Don't worry," I said. You'll only be shaved between your
butt cheeks. Just hold very still."
"Oh, HE'S going to do it," Kyle said with loathing as Jeremy
spread Kyle's buttocks.
"I trained him myself, boy."
"Not much hair here," my assistant declared.
"Right, Jeremy--but it gets in the way," I said. "Get the
shaving kit. I'll get the gel."
We used a special gel for delicate areas that needed to be
shaved. The gel's chemistry made for a smooth, painless job.
I held the kid's cheeks apart while Jeremy did the shaving.
Kyle's erection remained firm. Jeremy and I admired the vigorous
bounces of the boy's cock as Jeremy continued working in this
erogenous zone.
When the shave was complete, Jeremy rinsed the area and
returned to Kyle's front, preparing to take over the teasing.
The skilled 22-year-old rubbed Kyle's buttocks with an
especially soft touch, making the poor kid shiver and moan
pathetically. He used a similar technique on the kid's inner
thighs, which brought a louder moan from Kyle.
"Where's that feather brush you had yesterday?"
"I'll get it," I said. "All those tools are on the shelves,
here, under the examining table." The tool in question was a
cylinder of wood, with feathers inserted at one end.
Kyle looked on with great interest, his cock bouncing with
anticipation.
Jeremy rotated the sponge again before removing it.
"Oh, God! This is overload, man!" the horny boy said.
Kyle followed Jeremy's hands as the feather end of the brush
approached his balls.
"First without the sponge, then WITH," Jeremy said as the
feather brush made a sweeping wiggling journey over the kid's
legs and shrinking scrotum.
"Oh! Oh! Shit! I'm gettin' there!" Kyle shouted, his face
responding as if to pain rather than the pleasure he body
received. "Fuckin TORTURE, man!"
At this point, the suffering boy emitted quite a stream of
pre-cum, more so when Jeremy tickled the kid's perineum--the area
behind his balls. I replaced Jeremy's fingers with mine, to
monitor Kyle and detect the pre-orgasmic contractions.
"SHIT! You CAN'T expect me to hold it NOW!" the boy said.
We ignored his outburst.
"Now WITH the sponge," Jeremy said, ignoring the boy's plea.
Kyle was treated to the dual sensations of the sensuous
sponge rotating over the sex-starved head of his stiff young cock
while the soft feathers tortured his balls.
"Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna CUM!" Kyle screamed.
Those were the words that stopped all teasing. I felt a
pulsation between Kyle's legs.
After waiting an appropriate interval, Jeremy removed the
sponge with a brilliantly fast jerking motion--to minimize the
sensation of friction on the head of the boy's penis.
"The hairbrush," I said excitedly, knowing the kid needed to
be distracted from his sexual craving, and might come at any
moment.
Jeremy took the brush from me and began delivering a barbarous
old-fashioned spanking to the kid's butt, beating his ass
repeatedly with great intensity. I wondered if this brought back
memories to Kyle of his boyhood hairbrush spankings. The vicious
smacking sounds were arousing as hell.
"Ah! Oh! OW! FUCK!" Kyle shouted, the pain of the
hairbrush already having its deflating effect on the boy's
erection.
"Good," Jeremy said suddenly, stopping the spanking. "Now
for his ass. Can I fuck him?"
"Oh, God. Oh, God," Kyle said, his voice a squeak and his
eyes shut tightly, as a little boy about to be given a bad-
tasting medicine. I was certain this reaction was Kyle's
reluctance to experience any more arousal.
"No," I said to Jeremy. "That's reserved for . . . well, go
ahead. A little won't hurt. But use the dildo first."
I handed Jeremy a small, vibrating dildo made of hard
plastic. Its small diameter made it perfect for the shallow anal
probing that was a key part of this process. We would probe no
more than half an inch with the hard dildo we called a 'probe.'
I marveled at Jeremy's technique. After lubricating the tip
of the probe, he activated the vibrator and slid the thing up and
down and all around Kyle's rather attractive, unblemished hole.
This caused the kid to shout in short bursts and attempt to
jump around the floor. His restraints permitted little of that.
But his cock jumped and bounced as if begging for release on its
own--the hot red thing now an angry shade of red.
"Fuck! Goddammit! Uhhhhhh!"
"You have a pretty hole," Jeremy said, finally touching the
boy's anus and inserting the probe the prescribed half-inch.
This caused Kyle to blush and produce the oddest high-pitched
screeching sounds I'd ever heard. His pre-cum spewed in
abundance. I licked the tip of his cock to intensify things.
"Yaaahhhh! God!"
"We're running out of time," I said to Jeremy. "Skip the
rimming and fuck him a little. No more than two inches of
penetration."
"With pleasure," Jeremy said.
"No, you're NOT! You're not gonna let him fuck me!"
"Yes, we are," I said, pitying the poor boy, sliding my tongue
to his balls.
Jeremy had undressed quickly and was anxious to begin. My
naked, able assistant was about to be surprised. I stood.
"Stand here, Jeremy. Mind your position, as I taught you," I
said, placing his body directly under an immobilizing harness,
hanging high overhead. I triggered its release.
"Ah!" Jeremy shouted, surprised indeed.
I imagined Kyle was equally shocked, but an odd grin
dominated the kid's face--like a boy deriving perverted pleasure
from the sight of his brother about to be spanked.
It was like a restraining net that suddenly descended upon
Jeremy and held him fast. I secured the fasteners quickly.
"Sorry, Jeremy," I said. "You're going to be part of Kyle's
tease process for a while. Don't worry, all your obligations
have been covered."
"But--" Jeremy yelled--angry, embarrassed, and frustrated.
He quickly calmed. "Yes, sir."
Aroused now, I turned the winch that raised Jeremy's body to
a point where his feet were an inch off the floor. This made it
easy for me to swing him forward and back, which I would
soon need to do.
"Now let's see about that two-inch penetration," I said,
guiding Jeremy's firm lubricated cock to the target hole.
Swinging him, I could easily control the depth of penetration of
his anxious cock, which was exceedingly hard at this point.
By pressing his youthful buttocks, Jeremy's cock achieved the
penetration.
"Aw, geez! Ah, yeah!" Jeremy seemed pleased.
I pressed a finger firmly to Jeremy's perineum--so I could
gauge the nearness of his orgasm--and swung his body forward,
causing him to penetrate Kyle a bit deeper. Quickly, I
shifted to Kyle, and gently sucked on the boy's balls. This dual
pleasuring got to Kyle immediately.
"Aw, fuck! Come on, man. I got a cock in me and you're--"
"It'll be all right, boy," I said, gratified that Kyle found
pleasure with Jeremy penetrating him.
"FUCK!" Kyle screamed, pulling at his restraints.
Returning to Jeremy, now trembling with his own need, I swung
his body back and forth, making repeated two-inch strokes into
Kyle's quivering back entrance. I swung Jeremy's body five times,
giving both boys a dose of sexual stimulation.
Now I had *two* boys shouting and screaming with need--Kyle's
more desperate than Jeremy's, at the moment. I pulled Jeremy
completely away from Kyle, disengaging him from his pleasure.
"DAMMIT!" Jeremy shouted. "Just a little more!"
"Oh, fuck," Kyle said, exhausted.
Jeremy's suspension was via pulley and ceiling track, so it
was easy for me to slide him to the far side of the room, were he
would not hear me speaking with Kyle.
The poor lad complained the whole way. I couldn't blame
Jeremy for being frustrated when he'd barely begun, only to be
whisked away from his rather willing pleasure source. I cleaned
his erection and rinsed it, though it hardly needed that.
It was 6 p.m. Time for me to evaluate Kyle. I left Jeremy
and approached Kyle quietly. The kid oozed sexual need from
every pore.
"You didn't do so good. You didn't take the pain well at
all, boy. So you don't get to come."
Heavy breaths and a look of impossible frustration were
Kyle's responses. I felt sorry for the kid, but the consequence
I had in mind would either make Kyle better at holding his cum or
drive him crazy.
I wouldn't have let him come regardless of his performance.
"You're a bottom?"
"Shit! Isn't there any way I could . . . . Can we make
another deal?"
"Maybe. Are you a true bottom?"
"I get horny when the right guy fucks me. Yeah, I'm a true
bottom."
"Describe your ideal guy."
"Ideal guy?" he said, gritting his teeth at his cock bounced
angrily.
"Yeah. Ideal guy for you--for sex."
"Around thirty. Built! Great muscles, not too bulked."
"Keep going."
"Green or gray eyes. Maybe medium to dark brown hair."
"Hairy?"
"No."
"You said thirty. Could a younger guy suit you as well?"
"Yeah . . . maybe," he said leisurely, giving the question
some thought, "if he doesn't look like me."
"What do you mean?"
"A guy in his twenties might be all right, as long as he had
a good build and didn't have a baby face like mine."
"Would Jeremy fill the bill?"
"No."
"I see."
"Why did you . . . want to know all that?"
I had my back to him. I was at the computer, looking up
available boys. I found two that matched the description Kyle
gave me. I messaged Fred to get one of the two here a.s.a.p., if
available.
"I asked you that because . . . I've found your ideal man and
he'll be in bed with you tonight. He's a very good top. He would
do other things for you to . . . satisfy you."
"Oh, thank you sir!"
I could see all the teasing affected the kid--physically and
mentally. I knew he was anticipating blowing a load or two.
More, probably.
"Don't thank me, boy. You'll have your chastity belt on.
All night."
"FUCCKKK!"
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Story description, Ages, Nifty category, and Date of latest post.
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FULL STORY LIST - "StoriesNew"
NIFTY STORIES POSTED AS OF: 8 December 2006
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email: StoriesNew@yahoo.com (Dennis Banneker)
(EASY SEARCH TIP: See end of list.)
23 stories under the following 8 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- CELEBRITY (new heading)
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- BROTHER STORIES -Scroll down for the list-
- MEDICAL EXAMS
- ADULT-YOUTH (tender, caring)
- DAD-SON INCEST (tender, caring)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
All my stories are on Nifty.
Donate to Nifty. It's easy, and you can do it anonymously.
("Posted APPROX." date means the date on the Nifty folder of
the LATEST posted chapter, plus or minus a few days, as of
the date above or date of this chapter.)
SOME STORIES MARKED, "STOPPED"
WILL BE CONTINUED IF ENOUGH REQUESTS RECEIVED :-)
(email Dennis at): StoriesNew@yahoo.com
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-LIST-
ALL STORIES BY STORIESNEW (Dennis) (newer stories marked * )
* NEWEST STORY: "Five Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal" (Kyle, 17)
(#23) Chapter 2 posted APPROX. Dec. 8, 2006
Nifty, Authoritarian
(MOST STORIES WILL BE CONTINUED. OTHERS BY REQUEST)
NOTE: If you don't find the story you want:
1. Make sure you're in the CORRECT Nifty SECTION--High School,
Authoritarian, Incest, etc.--in the *Gay* division. This is
the most common reason for search failure.
2. Look backward in the Nifty dates up to 10 or 12 days.
3. Look forward in the Nifty dates up to 90 days.
(Ideally, the dates in the list should not be that far off.)
4. Use Control-F in your browser. (See note at end of file).
Control-F is much faster than looking at dates. Almost all
browsers have the Control-F (find) feature.
(Hold 'Ctrl' key down while tapping the letter 'F.')
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES (3)
1. * Kevin's Horny High School Days and Boy Discoveries.
Ages 12 to 17. Lots of pubescent emotion and action.
An innocent boy (Kevin, 14) finds his way through
the exciting maze of budding sexual desires in his
new school where he's always horny and boners abound.
Friends Jamie-12, Kyle-14, and Brian-16 'help' Kevin.
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. October 28, 2006
NIFTY - High School.
2. Crazy for Chad. Love story. [very popular]
Chad-17, Mike-16, Kyle-15, and others.
Chad's loving care is not limited to the vintage cars
he repairs and restores.
- Chapter 18 posted APPROX. Sept. 27, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
This story has ended but chapters will be added on demand.
3. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear].
** Listed as just "SPECIAL SALE." ** Dillon, a
17-year-old clothing salesboy, gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Also Kevin-14, Brian-19, Tanner-19, and others.
Ages 14 to 25.
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. June 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School
CELEBRITY STORY (1)
4. * The Sexual Adventures of Superbboy.
Superbboy, 16, is portrayed as a near-normal kid,
(for realism). He uses his powers sparingly.
Ages of Main Characters: High school ages, 13-17.
The Boy from Kryppton (Mark Trent) gets a sexual
awakening after the doctor says he no longer needs to
avoid phys. ed., and can let others see him naked in
the showers. Then the adventures begin.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. October 4, 2006
NIFTY - Celebrity.
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY (1)
5. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions. (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Third post APPROX. May 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest (New chapter coming soon)
BROTHER STORIES (7)
6. * Hot Horny Macho Brothers. (Newer story)
Brad-17. Little bro Peter-13.
When laws change and the brothers have to
attend special sex classes, things start happening.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. November 7, 2006
NIFTY - Incest.
7. * Brothers' House of Many Pleasures.
Brian and little brother Damien.
Ages of Main Characters: 17 & 14.
Big brother gets horny after a mishap with
little bro. Things heat up after that.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. October 13, 2006
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Teasing My Hot Little Brother.
Aaron and little brother Kyle.
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Chapter 7 posted APPROX. Nov. 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
9. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother.
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Chapter 5 posted APPROX. June 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics (New chapter coming soon)
10. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother.
Ages: Brad-17. Shawn-16.
(Chemistry for big and little bro.)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. October 27, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
11. Little Brother Wanted it Bad. **[Date corrected]**
Ages: Brian-17. Cory-15.
(Little bro wants big bro and a whole lot more.)
Some S&M content, consensual.
- Chapter 7 posted APPROX. Jan. 26, 2006;
(Sorry, previously reported in error to be 11/2/06)
NIFTY - Incest.
12. Discovering My Little Brother. (Brothers, Joshua, 17
and David, 13, start to get along real well.)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. July 1, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
MEDICAL EXAMS (COUNTED AS ADULT-YOUTH)
13. Medical Exams for Josh and his Brothers.
(Three bros get a medical checkup from a doc who
is dad's friend. Two of the bros are 'tight.')
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 23, 2006
NIFTY - Adult Youth
(Other ADULT-YOUTH stories, see below)
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (4)
(See also "Medical Exams" above)
Except for #14, each of my Adult-Youth stories involves a
TENDER and CONSENSUAL relationship between the youth and
the adult. The age gap is relatively small--usually
no more than 5 to 11 years age difference.
14. Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education.
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of
all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students
interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into
the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting
secretly in the basement.)
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 16, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
15. Boy Who Was Late for School.
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
16. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (Tender; Loving)
(A kind of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. May 18, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY (1)
17. My Son Drives Me Crazy. (Tender and loving)
A dad struggles with his attraction to his 14 y/o son.
Email me if you'd like more on this story. I enjoyed
writing it so far. --Dennis. StoriesNew@yahoo.com
- Chapter 5 posted APPROX. Oct. 12, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN, NO GAIN" STORIES (5)
18. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson. (NO dad-son sex so far
--I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Posted APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
19. Spankin High School Club Initiation.
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Posted APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
(Please note there are 2 titles with the phrase
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
20. Howling from the Reform School Basement. [Date corrected]
(Main age group 13 to 25. According to the new laws,
students are punished as the school attempts to modify
their behavior. Sex is used often as reward, and to
permit the students to let off steam.)
Not for the squeamish, but no lasting marks, etc.
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 18, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
21. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High.
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Posted APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
22. Frat Initiation Hell Week. (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Posted APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
POSTED DATES good as of December 8, 2006, and
may be off by several days **either way.** ACTUAL
POST DATES may be LATER by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thank you,
Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
EASY SEARCH TIP:
While in the correct Nifty section, at a list of story titles,
use the (keyboard) keystroke,
'Control-F' (while in your browser, Int. Explorer,
Netscape, etc.)
and type in one key word. If you type more than one key word,
you *must* separate them with a HYPHEN.
Example: crazy-for-chad
Repeat the search until the story title you want appears.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@yahoo.com